So What?

I still fail to understandwhy so manycan not speak of deathas if it was some plaguesomething to be denied and fearedwith the utmost trepidation

But I will dieand in a casket I will lieto be buried beneath the earthand my flesh will decayand rotwith timemy bones will crumbleinto dustand the memoriesof mewill fadeuntilthere is nothing leftof mein this worldand there is nothing formeafterward

Atheism is for idiotsand Christianity is for the hopelessthis spinning sphereis for me

Despite all yourpleadingand scrapingclawingand delayingall your distractionsand assurancesas surely as you bleed so you shall die

and in a coffin youwill lay downand your boneswill join your thoughtsin dustbeneath the earthand the memories of your lifewill fadewith timeuntil there isn't a single shard of evidence that youever were

the grim specterof death will find youand if emptinessis all that followsfind beauty in itas you do in life